Notes
Through the heat out to Goobertown. I wanted a steeper hill. I thought, 'six hills, you can do this, no problem.' I was eagerly anticipating the shade as I reached the edge of the forested valley. I sighed with relief as I reached the deep grey shadows of the tree. After a few more steps, dread curled in my stomach. I began descending into the valley. All I could think and I flew down the steep decline was, 'What have I done? Sweet Jesus, what have I done?' *que Les Miserables music*